Chapter 75: Don’t You Want Revenge?
Normally, ancient remnants recover their spiritual intelligence swiftly, for it is inherent to their nature—only clouded at birth by primordial confusion. It is akin to someone awakening from a slumber that has lasted eons: groggy, bewildered, unable to distinguish day from night, requiring a period of adjustment. Yet, since these ancient beings endure far longer than most, their childhood stretches on interminably.
When Ji Tianxin and Su Qing stepped out of the General's Mansion, the carriages were already waiting outside. Ji Tianxin, being the third in rank, took the third carriage. Ordinarily, daughters could share a carriage, but Ji Yucheng adamantly refused to ride with Ji Tianxin. Lady Zhao, who disliked the two from the main branch, was eager for Yucheng to join Tianxin’s carriage and court disaster, yet today was different—she feared mishaps and insisted they be separated.
However, as Ji Yucheng and Ji Yuanruo were siblings and had rarely seen each other lately, they ended up sharing a carriage. Ji Yucheng lifted the curtain, watching the pair of master and servant approach from the mansion’s gate. Her teeth ground audibly, eyes filled with hate, and her fingers dug so deeply into the wooden window frame that splinters broke beneath her nails.
“Brother, why does she get to live so freely? Why do Grandfather and Father dote on her? She’s a monster—a demon! She’s a murderer!” Ji Yucheng nearly spat the words through clenched teeth.
Ji Yuanruo glanced outside, voice cool. “She is a murderer, but our mother was also a murderer.”
Yucheng turned sharply, eyes blazing, and sneered, “So, mother was killed by her, wasn’t she?”
Ji Yuanruo realized he had spoken carelessly; he had forgotten that everyone in the mansion kept the truth from Yucheng. His voice grew stern. “Don’t do anything reckless. She’s not someone you can afford to antagonize.”
“What, are you afraid of her? You’re giving up on revenge?” Yucheng pressed relentlessly.
Ji Yuanruo fell silent.
“Ha! Or have you, too, been bewitched by that little monster?” Yucheng accused harshly.
Ji Yuanruo frowned, coldly replied, “She’s your sister as well.”
“Sister?” Yucheng seethed. “I have no such monster for a sister!”
“Brother, she killed our mother!”
Ji Yuanruo’s brow furrowed deeply, but he could not utter a word. Conflict and struggle flickered in his eyes.
Seeing his silence, Yucheng sneered, “Looks like even you have fallen under that monster’s spell.”
“Stop with this nonsense.” Ji Yuanruo had no desire to quarrel with his sister.
Yucheng snorted coldly. “Regardless, I’ve already sent word to Grandfather’s house. Ji Tianxin’s days are numbered!”
“What? You sent a message to the Chen family?” Ji Yuanruo’s expression changed at her words.
“That’s right. Father lied to Grandfather, claiming Mother died of illness. I will tell them the truth!” Yucheng glanced out the window, her lips curling in a sinister smile. “When the Chen family arrives, let’s see how long that little monster can remain so arrogant!”
Ji Yuanruo’s brow tightened. If the Chen family learned the truth…
He hated Ji Tianxin, but…
After Ji Tianxin and Su Qing boarded their carriage, the procession began its journey toward the palace. This time, a coachman was present, so Su Qing did not need to drive and could sit with Tianxin. Inside the carriage, Su Qing busied herself, peeling nuts for Tianxin while answering the questions Tianxin had posed before they left.